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And all my just designs fulfills ;
And nimbly climb the steepest hills. 34 Lessons of war from him I take,
And manly weapons learn to wield ;
Forc'd by my stronger arms to yield. 35 The buckler of his saving health
Protects me from assaulting foes;
And greatness from his bounty flows. 56 My goings he enlarg'd abroad,
Till then to narrow paths confin'd ;
The method of my steps design'd. 37 Through him I num'rous hosts defeat,
And flying squadrons captive take ;
Till I a final conquest make.
Their vanquish'd heads again to rear ;
Beneath my feet, and grovel there. 39 God, when fresh armies take the field,
Recruits my strength, my courage warms ; He makes my strong opposers yield,
Subdu'd by my prevailing arms.
My conqu’ring feet in triumph press;
Who hate and envy my success. 41 With loud complaints all friends they try'd ;
But none was able to defend ;
But God would no assistance lend. 42 Like flying dust, which winds pursue,
Their broken troops I scatter'd round ;
By God's appointment me obey ;
The heathen to my sceptre bow,
And foreign nations own my sway. 44 Remotest realms their homage send,
When my successful name they hear ; Strangers for my commands attend,
Charm'd with respect, or aw'd by fear. 45 All to my summons tamely yield,
Or soon in battle are dismay’d;
And still in strongest holds afraid. 46 Let the eternal Lord be prais’d,
The rock on whose defence I rest!
Who me with his salvation bless'd! 47 'Tis God that still supports my right;
His just revenge my foes pursues ; 'Tis he, that, with resistless might,
Fierce nations to my yoke subdues. 48 My universal safeguard he !
From whom my lasting honours flow; He made me great, and set me free
From my remorseless bloody foe. 49 Therefore, to celebrate his fame,
My grateful voice to Heav'n I'll raise ; And nations, strangers to his Name,
Shall thus be taught to sing his praise : 50 “ God to his king deliv’rance sends ;
“ Shows his anointed signal grace ;
Which that alone can fill;
Their great Creator's skill.
Fresh beams of knowledge brings ;
Divine instruction springs.
Or region is confin'd;
Alike by all mankind.
4 Their doctrine does its sacred sense
Through earth's extent display ;
Does round the world convey.
Has such a cheerful face ;
To run bis glorious race.
His restless course he goes ;
Reclaims from false desires ;
The ignorant inspires.
And bring sincere delight;
Assist the feeblest sight.
On sure foundations laid ;
Of truth and justice weigh'd ;
Or gold refin'd with skill;
That from the comb distill. 11 My trusty counsellors they are,
And friendly warnings give;
Who by thy precepts live.
He does from virtue fall?
Thou God that know'st them all! 13 Let no presumptuous sin, O Lord,
Dominion have o'er me ;
The great transgression flee.
With thy acceptance blest ;
My strength and Saviour, rest,
PSALM XX. 1 "HE Lord to thy request attend,
And liear thee in distress; The name of Jacob's God defend,
And grant thy arms success : 2 To aid thee from on high repair,
And strength from Sion give; 3 Remember all thy off'rings there,
Thy sacrifice receive : 4 To compass thy own heart's desire,
Thy counsels still direct ; Make kindly all events conspire
To bring them to effect.
We cheerfully repair,
“ The Lord accept thy prayor.”
Our sov’reign will defend ; From Heav'n resistless aid afford,
And to his prayer attend.
On chariots some rely ;
The power of God most high. 8 But from their steeds and chariots thrown,
Behold them through the plain, Disorder'd, broke, and trampled down,
Whilst firm our troops remain.
Our rightful cause to bless;
Shall in thy strength rejoice; With thy salvation crown'd, shall raise
To Heav'n his cheerful voice.
Not only dost impart;
The wishes of his heart.
A crown of gold thou mad'st him wear,
And sett'st it firmly on.
Didst to his prayer attend,
A life that ne'er shall end.
Has spread bis glorious name;
With majesty and fame.
And mak'st his joys increase ;
For timely aid relies;
And all his wants supplies.
Shall feel thy heavy hand;
That bate thy mild command.
Thy just but dreadful doom
Their hopes and them consume. 10 Nor shall thy furious anger cease,
Or with their ruin end ;
And to their seed extend.
Their hearts on malice bent;
The ill effects prevent. 12 Wbile they their swist retreat shall make,
To 'scape thy dreadful might,
And gall them in their flight. 13 Thus, Lord, thy wondrous strength disclose
And thius exalt thy fame;
To thy Almighty Name.